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Mind Mass

The need to write. The need to express.
But what?
An infinity of thoughts, boundless emotions.
Brain firing, endorphins..
And to place a finger upon a specific.
That, in itself, is a new creation,
among countless variations.
Creativity lost in the science.
That forms solid boundaries,
smell, touch, sight, sound..
A barrier to my imagination,
itself, an abomination.
Winding corridors of intimidation,
with lost rooms of magic,
boasting liberation, salvation..
Yet, whatever I lack to create,
I am, myself, my own creation.
A ball of mass imitating,
a justified moral inhabitation.

My mum once told me not to mess around with my endorphins because I can't take the lack of them at the end of the day. I should probably listen to her.

Ps, happy new year! =)